Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

next to Amelia. Neither crossed

senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm

fire stirred in his

prided himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure

wave of scent

straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past her shoulders and to

his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate her with

me." Amelia's lip clung to

opened his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat in his palms drenching the

"Take me, Steve."

by lust, he cast all

overpowering spy voice held a thick her. His of raw desire. "Amelia,

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